Review & Excerpt Tour – THE FARTHEST EDGE by Kristen Ashley

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About THE FARTHEST EDGE

(Erotic Romance Releasing June 6, 2017):

Step into the Honey Club, where every sensual boundary will be tested in search of the ultimate pleasure…

Branch doesn’t exist. Living off the grid, he’s looking for a way to forget his past and the guilt that plagues him. But no woman has ever been able to bring him to the edge he craves.

After a traumatic experience of her own, Evangeline stepped away from the decadent world of the Honey Club. But when she gets Branch’s offer—to play without boundaries or commitments—it’s too tempting for her to refuse.

As their passion ignites, Evangeline and Branch push each other to their farthest limit, fulfilling their darkest desires while falling harder and deeper than they ever imagined.

I already enjoyed The Deep End (book1, my review can be found here) but The Farthest Edge was even better!!!

In book 1 there was a slaughter of info about the club, how it’s done, descriptions, explanations, getting the reader comfortable in this new world of KA. In The Farthest Edge the main attraction was the relationship between Branch and Evangeline.

Whereas Olivier and Amèlie got their rocks off by showing off and were very much exhibitionist. Branch and Evangeline were the opposite. They were very private and they had reasons for that.

Branch was literally a dead man walking. The boogieman that visited people in their nightmares. He lived the life of a ghost, not thinking or planing a future, just living for revenge. Evangeline, on the other hand, survived a horrific event by her former partner which in turn made her step back from the scene and the lifestyle of a Domme. She distanced herself from most of her friends and her old life, denying herself the pleasure of being a Domme.

When club owner Aryas dared her to try out a new sub that he thought would be perfect for her, she was unsure but also excited. It turned out that her new sub couldn’t have been any better for her.

Branch was everything an alpha should be. Brooding, dangerous, domineering, assertive and self assured. He was almost cold without emotions. He went after what he needed to get off, but allowed himself nothing more. No relations outside of the scene. He got off and he was gone.

Until Evangeline decided to make him HERS. From there on, he slowly thawed towards her.

And can I just say how HOT this book was.

Not only the sex but also the way Branch went after what he needed. Unapologetic, demanding, bossy. He didn’t care who knew, or who saw. Just the end result counted. Whew!!! HOT! And he was such an alpha, and so sweet towards his woman that made my heart melt.

I loved that this book was more about the relationship between he couple than about the club. I’ve read enough BDSM books to have a basic understanding of how it works, I don’t need the descriptions, and explanations, it’s becoming repetitive. So, reading The Farthest Edge made me very happy.

I also thought that Kristen Ashley outdid herself with this book.

Her characters were incredibly likable. Evangeline was the very opposite to Branch. Warm and nurturing, to his coldness. And they worked! They completed each other.

I loved this book!!!! It was a true pleasure to read it.

Also kudos to Kristen Ashley for writing outside the box. For continuing a series that has her fans on opposite sites. It just cemented my believe that she actually can write whatever she wants and it will be a page turner. That’s an incredible feat.

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He knew this was her playroom before he’d entered but right then he saw that she didn’t hide it under sheets and tarps, just behind the shutters.

Branch shifted the light around, seeing a horse, a bench, a table, all of them good quality. It cost a mint to outfit a good playroom and she didn’t make do. She’d been investing. Making smart purchases that would look good, stand strong during play and last a while.

Fashionable sink in the corner set in an attractive wood vanity, two matching tall, slim cupboards on each side.

He moved there, looked through the vanity and cupboards. Thick towels. Washcloths. Wet wipes. Soap. Bottles of foam anti-bacterial. Cleaning supplies. A large box of condoms. A little basket filled with some cosmetics—powder, lipsticks, gloss. Another filled with first-aid supplies—Band-Aids, bottles of antiseptic, tubes of ointment, gauze, cotton.

He closed the door to the cupboard he was inspecting, turned and shined the light around the room. Moving across the space, he noted hooks on the walls, in the ceiling, eyes in the floor, all looking sturdy. Whoever put them in might have wondered why or he’d been hers. But whoever that was knew what they were doing.

There was a tall cabinet and a large dresser across the room, both in the wood that made up the vanity and the cupboards. It all matched, was heavy and dark but attractive, giving the space the definite feel of playroom, not a dungeon. It was stylish and handsome, even warm, somewhere you’d want to stay awhile.

He didn’t think on his last thought as he opened the top cupboard doors of the cabinet and shined the light in, feeling what he found there in his dick.

Cats. Whips. Switches. Flogs. Paddles. Some straps. Some harnesses. All hanging from hooks. All well organized and well maintained. All also excellent quality. Not many, but again, quality, not quantity, was what she was clearly going for.

He closed the doors and crouched down to the two drawers at the bottom of the cabinet, opening them. Top one had silk ropes, some chains, shackles, cuffs. The bottom drawer was full of leather straps with cinches attached.

Branch straightened, moved to the dresser. Nothing littered the top, so he opened the first drawer.

What he found there made his balls draw up.

Carefully placed in what looked like purple silk-lined, custom-made grooves were her toys.

Plugs. Cocks. Vibrators. The first two in an impressive range of lengths, girths and shapes. If they had them, remotes were placed at the side of the toy they controlled. There was also a complicated cock ring, rabbit ears at the front for clit stimulation, and a strap that would lead between the balls to a bullet that could be inserted in the anus, all of it obviously vibrated—triple the fun.

She like ass.

Not many of her kind didn’t.

He didn’t think on that either.

And don’t miss the first standalone title in the Honey Series,

THE DEEP END!

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Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorizeand she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.